Can’t you tell that winter is approaching really fast, Dad’s mood is so low it is in line with a grass snake’s belly! Things are definitely getting worse around the house, just hope it doesn’t turn into another Christmas 2012. I dread Christmas too now.
Snapping and snarling all the time the household is rocky to say the least. Dad screams at Mum, she screams back over anything and everything. There are hidden problems that raise their ugly heads on a regular basis, which leaves a horrible atmosphere so the slightest trigger causes all-out war. Yay!!!
His leg is getting much worse as well so that isn’t helping swelling and going really black. I know that he is in loads of pain but then get grumpy when me and Mum try to help him saying that he isn’t useless and usually telling us that we are taking over. We are in charge and he just does as he is told seems to be the favourite whinge at the minute. Wish he knew just how much Mum and me cared and that we don’t try to take over we try to stop him hurting himself as we can’t stand seeing him in agony.
Went to stay with my cousin the other week for a few days as her step dad had died. We went out did some shopping and chilled out. I stayed till after the funeral and Mum came to collect me. The weather was soooo bad roads were flooding and lifting man hole covers making travelling risky. But the day went ok, very wet but ok. Mum arrived at the Crem so I put her hair up. Dad had wanted to come but Joe is at college and he would have had to have been picked up.
It was obvious Mum had been crying, and not because of the funeral. Mum is constantly being told how horrid she is and now starting to believe it. Shame they both can’t see that isn’t the case, what she does for all of us, good or bad is usually because she cares and wants what is best for us. I do wonder who the adult is at times.
Home late and silence, but I didn’t expect anything less. The week plodded on but even now things are not good.
It is a shame that Mum and Dad are not married or a proper couple they could have counselling or something. I am just afraid that life will go Pete Tongue again and this time there will be no comeback. If Dad dislikes Mum so much and she is as horrid as he says he get someone else to care for him ask her to leave. I have heard him say he won’t kick us out, but we are not living here to be pitied we were meant to be a family.
Anyway, enough moaning I have friends with far worse problems, one has a parent who is ill another has to move house so my life and problems are minor really. Wish I had a magic wand. PTSD would not exist and everyone could talk rather than shout.
Off to torment my neighbour so see ya later
Snapping and snarling all the time the household is rocky to say the least. Dad screams at Mum, she screams back over anything and everything. There are hidden problems that raise their ugly heads on a regular basis, which leaves a horrible atmosphere so the slightest trigger causes all-out war. Yay!!!
His leg is getting much worse as well so that isn’t helping swelling and going really black. I know that he is in loads of pain but then get grumpy when me and Mum try to help him saying that he isn’t useless and usually telling us that we are taking over. We are in charge and he just does as he is told seems to be the favourite whinge at the minute. Wish he knew just how much Mum and me cared and that we don’t try to take over we try to stop him hurting himself as we can’t stand seeing him in agony.
Went to stay with my cousin the other week for a few days as her step dad had died. We went out did some shopping and chilled out. I stayed till after the funeral and Mum came to collect me. The weather was soooo bad roads were flooding and lifting man hole covers making travelling risky. But the day went ok, very wet but ok. Mum arrived at the Crem so I put her hair up. Dad had wanted to come but Joe is at college and he would have had to have been picked up.
It was obvious Mum had been crying, and not because of the funeral. Mum is constantly being told how horrid she is and now starting to believe it. Shame they both can’t see that isn’t the case, what she does for all of us, good or bad is usually because she cares and wants what is best for us. I do wonder who the adult is at times.
Home late and silence, but I didn’t expect anything less. The week plodded on but even now things are not good.
It is a shame that Mum and Dad are not married or a proper couple they could have counselling or something. I am just afraid that life will go Pete Tongue again and this time there will be no comeback. If Dad dislikes Mum so much and she is as horrid as he says he get someone else to care for him ask her to leave. I have heard him say he won’t kick us out, but we are not living here to be pitied we were meant to be a family.
Anyway, enough moaning I have friends with far worse problems, one has a parent who is ill another has to move house so my life and problems are minor really. Wish I had a magic wand. PTSD would not exist and everyone could talk rather than shout.
Off to torment my neighbour so see ya later